Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.